MOON BOUND

uld never find anywhere else. Celeste sometime swears I must have been an animal in my past life with the way I've always love being in the wild. I see Mr Dayton sitting on the park bench feeding

et,” says Dr. Arnold our boss and the owner of the clinic we work at. “I refuse to call that thing you drink coffee, honestly can't men not be predictable with their drink of choice. Who takes their coffee black,” she replies in an exasperated manner. “It's what's kept me going for twenty years so it's coffee to me,” he says as he waves her off eager to go into his office. “Hmm Men!” she sighs and then turns to me. “Anyway, we are going to the club at seven. No excuses!,” she looks at me in a tone that says I'm not backing down. “Fine! it's not like I have a choice or anything,” I give in knowing that she would drag me to the club if she had to. “Great! I'll pick you up at seven. Bye,” she turns around and skips to her station like she wasn't about to just threaten me to go with her. Honestly some times I think she's bipolar or something. I refocus my thoughts back to work, hoping that will alleviate the dread I feel about going out tonight. I turn on my computer and check my schedule for today. Ready to begin working my mind goes back to the chill I felt in the morning, wondering whether someone was watching me or if I was simply imagining it. I start on my duties for the day with my thoughts filled with glowing yellow eyes following me. ⚫⚫⚫ I get home finally after a surprisingly hectic day at work. Thankfully I only had to deal with one rude customer, a condescending middle aged man who wouldn't stop screaming for Dr. Arnold when it wasn'seven time for his appointment. It really took everything in me not to punch him in the face for being a dick. Lucky for him Celeste was dealing with another customer because I'm sure she would have introduced her heels to his balls. She found out later on and got pissed at me for not punching him. I tried to use it to get out of going out tonight but obviously she didn't have that. I put my bag on the kitchen counter then drop myself on the sofa. I feel so tired I think I might book a massage session in the near future. “Snow!,” I call it to my cat too tired to look for him. Somehow he always finds a way to hide in my tiny apartment. She finally struts out of my bed room without a care in the world, walks u